After being eight down and ten to go at the end of the first act, "Clubs Are Trumps", the new comedy at the Copley Theatre came to life in the later stages of the game, and was able to end up with a safe, but slender, margin of success. The authors, Leslie Bickson and W. Lee Dickson, failed to show any- thing like championship form until they had run up a big handicap against themselves.

The plot of the comedy, which is having its first showing before metropolitan audiences, is simple. William Augustus Jones, employed as a copywriter in the Carver Advertising Agency, conceives the idea that the only way to get on in business is to build up acquaintances on the golf course, and to swing big deals at the nineteenth hole. His plans for an advertising campaign fail to please Mr. Wilson, the manager of a giant soap factory, who takes his business away from the Carver Agency.

William Augustus, however, accepts an invitation from Wilson's attractive daughter, and hopes to retrieve his fortunes by spending the week end on the golf links with the aggrieved advertiser. He meets with indifferent success, as it is his first attack on a golf course, but he does have a chance to make a favorable impression on the daughter. Everything is straightened out at the end with the help of Jones' much improved golf game, and of a rival soup magnate who likes William's advertising plans.

Huge Relative Amuses Copley Audience

Mr. Harry Green, as William Augustus Jones, carries the burden of the performance. In the part of Mrs. Trumbull, a huge relative of the Wilsons, Miss Josephine Deffry extracts many laughs from the audience. Miss May Collins, as Dorothy Wilson, makes a charming heroine.

"Clubs Are Trumps" is not up to the usual Shubert standard, and lacks the polish of a first class comedy